"Why is it that you never told me you love me?"

"Because I've already known you don't love me."

"That's defeatist."

"I'm sorry."

"What if I love you?"

"You can't love me back the way I do."

"You're judging my capacity to love?"

"No, I'm judging mine."

Edit: That's a conversation between two imaginary characters that popped into my mind while I was tossing and turning in bed last night. I was so scared I'll forget about it by the time I woke up the next morning, I jumped out of bed to type it out at breakneck speed for someone with such big knuckles. Someday, I'll meet a penniless but crazily talented film director and make this into an indie blockbuster. I know that's kinda paradoxical but I'd just finished writing an essay based on contradictions. Can't help it!